Sansa is a young man. The camera pursues him, takes a peep at him, tries to catch his face, his look, his cap. The camera gets out of breath running after the man, becoming an observer, a friend into his endless trip between the stations of Paris, the streets of Spain and Portugal, Italy and Hungary, Burkina Faso and Egypt, India, the illuminated roads and boards and lounges of Japan. Sansa is a free-minded and impulsive. He is a man who will accost people on the street - women - to be courted, next minute - to be forgotten. He will get into trouble, but behind the next corner he will run away. May be the next train will take him to the end of his adventure …